Possessive Werewolf Mate Books Novels & Stories

Aria stated that her reason for not wanting to release any property to Isolde was because she didn't want to disrespect her husband's last wishes. According to Orin Darkhowl in his book In Search Of My Mate. He explained that no Werewolf is born without a mate, it's either one of these three things: One, he/she either has a Belated Mate: Which means his/her mate would come quite late. Two, his/her mates are yet to be born in their current lifetime: Which means that the werewolf in question his/her mate is waiting for him/her in another lifetime. (Reincarnation).

All are sorted by strength and power. There is also a wild werewolf called Rogue. A wolf that doesn't tie itself to any pack. Yesran changed the sheets of the book. "Mate," Yesran said reading the next page. "The fateful bond of the Moon Goddess where werewolves have one Mate in their life. Wolves are known to be loyal animals. When a werewolf finds its mate a great attraction cannot be denied, and usually, the male wolf will make a claim—" Yesran stopped reading. Claim?

Sounding the alarm, calling all other packs in the region to war. The only thing I could not help but, notice is the possessive way Damiens wolf was clinging to my own sister! What the fuck is going on here? As I let my mind churn in anxiety, I noticed his wolf was purring at the sound of her name. I got a sick feeling in the core of my stomach. My mind was being flooded with images of the three of us writhing in heights of passion as Damien filled us both with his thick cock. I looked over and saw Minerva’s wolf staring at Damien with lust. Damiens wolf was showing heightened possession towards her like he does me, Are we both his mates? I thought to myself. To be continued….

Only broken by the actions of those who are evil. She was Rue, a powerful hybrid that's my mate, my woman and future queen of the wolves. Nothing less. "I think I rather you like this, cute and not so rude." I teased resting my forehead on hers. She lets out a tiny growl but I just chuckled for I knew the witch would never hurt me. Rȗҽ

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

It felt like a mix of something ancient and something hungry, and it made me realize that the girl I remembered really was gone, replaced by a monster that was barely holding onto its sanity. Yet, despite the fear and the broken glass and the darkness, my wolf was howling in the back of my head because the mate bond was pulling at me with a force that was impossible to ignore. "Don't you ever talk about her to me," she whispered, and her voice was so low and dangerous that it sounded like it was coming from the shadows themselves. "You don't get to use her memory to make yourself feel better, and you don't get to pretend you cared about her now that she’s not here to see the lie."

I am so glad you are checking out my other works. I have a small series of 2 books and 1 other standalone. If you enjoy reading these werewolf stories then please go check out these books: The Lycan King's Scarred Mate (book 1) The Alpha's Forbidden Lycan (Book 2) Each book follows a different couple, so you can either read them separately or together in order. Also book 1 has both books if you just want to continue to read without switching.

“How…?” “Pack magic,” he said shortly. “Rare.” He moved to her leg, his touch gentler. Her wolf stirred, reaching for him. She tried to fight it, but the bond pulsed between them—bright, unignorable. Mate. Her breath hitched. Austin froze, his eyes meeting hers. “You feel it too,” she whispered. He pulled back like she’d burned him. “No.” “Liar.” He stood, fists clenched. “This changes nothing.”

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

These played a major role, and that wasn’t helping at all because there was nothing else she would rather do than jumping straight for Alpha and begged him to make love to her. “Mira,” he called her name. She turned her heels around and walked away to the bedroom. “I’m sorry but I can’t.” He did not understand how much she wanted him to touch her inappropriately. Having a mate was a gift. Mating bond was a beautiful and sacred thing for werewolves. They were lucky to have that for them. Mira was far from being lucky because she still couldn’t have him. He was within her arms and yet he was still far from her reach.